The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1887-12-08

heaven. l would not exchange the poorest
room in your house for the finest heaven
that Huxley, or Stuart Mill, or Darwin
ever dreamed of. Their heaven has no
Christ in it; and a heaven without Christ,
though you could sweep the whole uni
verse into it, would be HE'LL Oh, they
tell us there are no songs there; there are
no coronations in Heaven-that is all inn
agination. They tell us we will do
there about what we do here, only on a
larger scale-geometrize with clearer in
telleot, and with alpensteck go clambering
up over the icebergs in an eternal vacation.
Rather than that, turn to my Bible, and
find Johns picture of that good land
that heaven which was your lullaby in in
fancy, that heaven which our children in
the Sabbath-school will sing about this
afternoon, that heaven which has q "weu
at the gate"
think we had better make bargain
with those who leave us, going out Of this
world from time to time, as to where we
will meet them. Travellers parting appoint
q place of meeting. They say, "We will
meet at Rome, or we will meet at Stock
holm, or Vienna, or Jerusalem, or Bethle-
hem." Now, when we come to stand at
the death pillow of those who are leaving
us for the far land, do not let us weep as
though we would never see them again,
but let us, there standing, appoint place
where we will meet Where shall it be9
Shall it be on the banks of the river? No.
The banks are too long. Shall it be in
the temple? No; no. There is such host
there-ten thousand times ten thousand.
Where shall we meet our loved ones? Let
us make an appointment to meet at the
we'll by the gate. Oh, Heaven Sweet
Heaven! Dear Heaven! Heaven, where
our good friends are Heaven, where
Jesus is Heaven! Heaven
But while l stand here there com es a re-
vulsion OF feeling when / look into your
eyes and know there are souls here dying
of thirst, Notwithstanding the well at the
gate. Between them and the we'll of
Heaven there is great army of sin; and
though Christ is ready to clear way to
that we'll for them, they will not have his
love or intercession.
But l am glad to know that you may
come yet. The we'll is here-the we'll Of
Heaven. Come; do not care how feeble
you are. Let me take hold of your arm,
and steady you up to the we'll curb. "Ho,
every one that thirsteth, come" would
rather win one soul to Christ this morning
than wear the crown of the worlds domin-
ion. DO not let any one go away and. say
only Just look at my Lord once, if you
! could Just See Him full in the face, ay, if
you could only do as that woman did whom
, l read about at the beginning Of
the services-just come up behind Him and
touch His feet-methinks you would live.
In Northern New Jersey, one winter, three
little children wandered off from home in
snow storm Night came on. Father
and mother said, "Where are the children?"
They could not be found. They started
out in haste, and the news ran to the
neighbors, and before morning it was said
that there were hundreds of mer hunting
the mountains for those three children, but
found them not. After while q man
imagined there was a place that had not
been looked at, and he went and saw the
| three children. He examined their bodies.
He found that the older boy had taken
off his coat and wrapped it around
the younger one, the baby, and then
taken off his vest and put it around the
other one; and there they all died, he prob
ably the first, for he had no coat or vest.
Oh, it was touching scene when that was
brought to light! l was on the ground a
little while after, and it brought the whole
scene to my mind; and l thought to my
self of more melting scene than that; it
is that Jesus, our elder brother, took Oft the
robe Of his royalty, and laid aside the last
garment of earthly comfort, that he might
wrap our poor souls from the blast. Oh,
the height, and the depth, and the length,
and the breadth of the love of Godl